Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Brick,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.